I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

What if this lady, after all these years, suddenly has a change of heart, or for some other reason, is willing to reform and accept and raise the daughter she sold years ago who has now miraculously survived?

That would probably be good for Sofia, a little girl, too, right?

With this complex and subtle expectation, Wayne, led by Vivian, walked through several streets that gradually became less respectable but were still relatively clean, and finally stopped in a neighborhood with a slightly ambiguous atmosphere.

The architectural style here is starting to resemble the crowded and chaotic Lower Street, but the street width is still acceptable; it's not the kind of alleyway where only two people can pass at a time.

As dusk fell, the number of pedestrians on the road increased, mostly men and women dressed in cheap but flamboyant clothes and behaving frivolously. The air was filled with cheap perfume, alcohol, and some indescribable odor.

The light mainly came from the lanterns of different colors hanging at the door of each house, reflecting a tacit understanding on the faces of passersby.

Vivian's face remained unnaturally flushed in the dim red light of the lanterns.

Finally, they stopped in front of a dark red door.

"We're here, sir, this is it."

Vivian said softly, pointing to the door.

Wayne took a deep breath, stepped forward, and gently knocked on the door twice.

"Knock knock."

Not long after, the door creaked open a crack. A face peeked out.

It was the face of a very beautiful young woman.

She had fair skin, long, slender eyebrows, large, alluring eyes, and full lips with a natural blush. Between her brows, one could vaguely see a resemblance to Sofia as she grew up, only more mature.

She wore a thin, casual home dress with a low neckline that subtly revealed her curves. Her hair was casually tied up, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, giving her an alluring air.

She is indeed very good-looking; no wonder she was able to give birth to such a beautiful child as Sofia.

"Is this Mrs. Anne? I have something I'd like to discuss with you, about..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Anne glanced at Wayne's clothes and then frowned.

"Sorry, I already have five people at home today, so it's not convenient for me to have any more. If you'd like... please come earlier tomorrow."

As she spoke, she was about to close the door.

Isn't this ridiculous? How could Wayne possibly have time to come back tomorrow?

"Mrs. Anne, it won't take up too much of your time, just three to five minutes, and I'll only be asking a few questions."

"I told you, it's not a matter of taking up time!"

Mrs. Anne rolled her eyes in a very standard way, her face showing an expression of annoyance that she couldn't explain herself to them.

She seemed too lazy to maintain politeness any longer and spoke loudly, her voice particularly clear on the otherwise quiet street:

"Even if I had a lot of time and energy, I only have three holes and two hands!"

"Little brat, tell me, since you insisted on squeezing in today, how am I supposed to entertain you?"

These words were extremely blunt, carrying the brashness and nonchalance honed from years of mingling in the world of pleasure.

Several passersby, as well as the woman leaning against the porch next door, burst into suppressed laughter, a mixture of amusement and amusement.

Vivian, standing next to Wayne, also blushed.

And Wayne...

Wayne's mouth dropped open, his face blank with confusion.

Where did this come from?

For a moment, Wayne didn't realize what had just happened.

It wasn't until Vivian tugged at him that Wayne's mind processed those lewd words.

No way, isn't this involved in prostitution?

When Wayne entered this neighborhood, things seemed a bit strange. When asked, Vivian blushed and refused to elaborate.

It wasn't until now that Wayne realized where he was!

Spring Street!

In other words, it's a place that specializes in providing certain special services.

So, does that mean Sofia's mother, who lives here, is...

Sold purely for sale?

While Wayne was still in a daze, Vivian had already taken action.

The purple-robed mage stepped forward and, with a thud, used her old boots to block the door from closing.

Then, with a forceful push of his thin shoulders, he forced the door open and pulled the still-dazed Wayne into the house.

"Hey, what are you doing? If you don't get out of here, I'm going to call for help!"

Mrs. Anne, being worldly-wise, immediately adopted the tantrum-throwing manner typical of someone who had spent years in the world of pleasure.

It wasn't until Vivian reluctantly pulled out a large silver coin from her mage robe that the other party snorted and finally let the two of them in.

The moment she stepped inside, Vivian's expression changed to one of ferocity:

"Damn it, sir, I can't stand this stupid woman anymore. Just arrest her and that's it, she can't handle it."

As Vivian spoke, she revealed that malicious, infatuated smile.

He also made a very lewd gesture, similar to stroking a pomelo.

I forgot about this amazing person.

Wait, sis, weren't you just blushing? How come you're suddenly so excited?

So you're the repressed, secretly passionate type?

The thought that Vivian was the kind of wolf who would send her mother to a goblin cave to save her own life made Wayne really afraid that she would kidnap Sophia's mother right in front of him.

Wayne quickly stopped Vivian and urged her to stay calm.

Vivian glared at Annie.

"Tsk, she got off easy..."

Mrs. Anne, on the other hand, looked arrogant and indifferent, arms crossed, and gave a cold laugh:

"Heh, I knew you wouldn't dare to make a move."

Anne then waved her hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, if you want to come in, then come in. You've already paid anyway. Go ahead and line up. Little one, you're last in line."

What is all this?

Wayne felt it necessary to explain his purpose for coming.

"Mrs. Anne, I think you've really misunderstood me. I came simply to..."

"Okay, okay! You don't want to wait in line, huh?"

Mrs. Anne rudely interrupted Wayne.

"Fine, I'll get you someone else, is that alright now? Honestly..."

As she spoke, she turned around and shouted loudly into the room behind the curtain, in her clear but now somewhat shrill voice:

"Mom! Mom! Stop resting! Someone has requested your services! Come out and greet them!"

At Annie's call, an old woman with gray hair, leaning on a cane and wearing half a red cloth baby bag came running out quickly.

Seeing that it was such a handsome little boy named Wayne, the old lady laughed so hard that her dentures flew out.

Anne patted Wayne on the shoulder and winked.

"Little one, take it easy. My mom's already 63, and she's pregnant. If you manage to get rid of her baby, you'll have to pay her a whole silver coin!"